“Stand Up and Let Him Do You.”

 Near Home—June, 2025

As June came to an end, I realized what great sex I had had that month.  I love variety and in the last 27 days, I’d had good sex at the two bookstores (including some CBT with Gym Built), a great bathhouse experience, plus some much-needed change of pace one on ones—first with fisting and then with throat fucking.  Tomorrow was the hot house party I attend.  Did I really need more?

Yes, of course, I did.  It was Friday afternoon and I had nothing else to do but prowl the bookstore…

 

As I park, the hot, humid weather feels oppressive.  But there are dark clouds gathering.  I hope for some rain to cut the heat as I grab my water bottle and go in.  The clerk looks as hot as I feel.  I pay and go into the dark room.  There is an extra fan, nicely aimed right at my favorite chair.  I sit and unzip.  There are perhaps six of us here, including the cock sucking couple.

Shaved Head finds me the moment I’m hard.  He lowers himself gingerly to the floor, using the armrests of my chair to help.  His mouth finds the wet head of my cock.  He makes it wetter.  I sigh.  I watch the massive cock on the screen being serviced, just like mine is being sucked.  But Shaved Head gets more of my dick in his mouth than that young woman on the screen.  He repeatedly takes me to the root.  The last time he chokes.  He pulls off me to catch his breath.

A man I recognize from here comes in.  He sits beside me, watching the blow job.  He is likely my age or a little older. He is tall and slim with longish snow-white hair pulled back into a pony tail.  I know he used to blow me in the two-room set up here.  This is the first time I’ve seen him in the new space.

Shaved Head concentrates all too briefly on my balls.  He gets them wet and goes back to working just the head of my cock.  His tongue is everywhere.  The guy with the pony tail is watching every move.  He unzips and his right hand disappears from view.  Shaved Head’s knees begin to go, I can tell.  He lasts another minute or so before patting my knees (and then using them as leverage points to stand up.)  He finds his partner and they head out the door.

“May I?” asks Pony Tail. 

I nod.  He bends from the seat.  It’s an odd angle, but he takes more of me in his cavernous mouth than I expect.  He licks and sucks.  He digs his tongue in my piss slit.  Over and over.  I sigh.  This acts as a signal for him to go to the floor.  Now he can deep throat me with ease.  Shaved Head has a tighter throat—I appreciate my cock not feeling so constricted inside Pony Tail.

A man comes up from the seating behind me.  It’s a guy I used to fuck regularly here, until he started asking for condoms.  He watches for a moment, then drops his pants to his ankles and feeds me his dick.  I love being in the middle for oral—a hot mouth on my cock and a dick to pleasure at the same time.  I decide I must be doing something right for the guy I’m sucking is moaning constantly.  Pony Tail loves seeing me sucking a dick.  He moves to my balls—and has me groaning around the cock lodged in my mouth.

Pony Tail suddenly stops.  An alarm on his watch has gone off.  He stands up pats my shoulder and takes off.  The guy in my mouth pulls out of me.  “You feel like fucking?”

“Sure.  And I even have a Magnum in my pocket.”  I do.  Just for this.

“I got on PrEP.  You don’t need it.”  He starts stripping off the rest of his clothes.  He tosses them under his chair.  He kneels on the seat.  I get up and spend some time eating his ass.  He likes it, but he keeps pleading for my cock.  (This actually makes one of the men in the room put down his phone and get his cock out as he watches us go at it.)  I stand up and begin to fuck.  His ass feels great—hot and wet.  I pump into him with long, slow strokes.  He moans and grabs his cock.  I can hear him start to jerk it.

I pick up the pace.  My dick is feeling really good.  It is really drooling into his tight ass.  I start to build the speed a little more.  This makes him rear up, moving so that he pulls off me.  “Not so hard,” he whispers.  I go back in, but the spell is broken.  I fuck him at the slow tempo he likes.  Any thoughts of orgasm for me fade away.  I give him a good five minutes of vanilla fucking before I stop.   He gets dressed to leave as I go rinse off my cock in case other men aren’t into ass to mouth…

*

 I jerk to the porn for a while.  Off to my side, I watch two other men partner up and take turns sucking the other.  The door opens.  A hot guy in his 50’s comes in, dressed very business casual which is odd for this venue.  He is followed in by a man my age with cropped grey hair.  In moments, Business Guy sits next to me and unzips.  Grey Hair is on his knees waiting to suck.  I stroke.  In moments, Business Guy’s left hand replaces mine on my dick.

“You need to suck this one, too,” he tells Grey Hair.  “Stand up and let him do you.”

I don’t need any more encouragement.  I rise and stand right next to Business Guy.  Grey Hair can now go from one big cock to the other.  Business Guy has a thick dick, even thicker than mine.  It’s shorter—so Grey Hair has a great contrast as he moves from one to the other of us.  When Grey Hair is sucking Business Guy, BG is thoughtfully stroking me so I don’t feel left out.

“I want you to suck me, too.” BG says to me.

I go to my knees.  Instinctively, Grey Hair pulls off the thick cock and starts licking BG’s balls.  I lean in and suck the leaky cock.  Grey Hair and I are a good team; we trade back and forth with ease, going from cock to balls and back again.  BG is loving this and moaning.

“I want to watch you suck him some more,” he tells Grey Hair.  At first, I stand to the other side of Business Guy, but soon, I want to relax and enjoy this hot mouth.  I sit in the corner chair and let Grey Hair suck.  He’s really good.  BG strokes harder as he sees GH suck me to the root—and gag.  He pulls off, trailing a long string of deep throat spittle.  Grey Hair wraps it around my quivering cock and swallows me again.

Business Guy is suddenly on his feet.  I am guessing he is going to shoot.  But he doesn’t, he moves to the restroom and then is gone.  Grey Hair shrugs and he-doubles his efforts on me.  I am actually close to shooting from oral.

“Fuck,” I moan.  “I’m really close…”

I expect him to work harder; be thrilled he’s getting the load.  Instead, he stands up and follows Business Guy out the door.  I am blue balled.  Fuck!  I stop stroking, return to my seat and drink from my water bottle.

No one left in the room is playful.  I am on the verge of cramming my erection into my pants and leaving as the door opens.  A thin, handsome Latino enters.  I vaguely recognize him as a guy I’ve seen around, but I have never played with him.  He sits along the side wall.  We watch each other.  He is fascinated with my cock.  Soon he opens his shorts.  His cock is pencil thin, but long and hooded.  He strokes it hard.  He takes his T-shirt and puts the front of it behind his neck, exposing his thin, but defined chest.

We stroke.  We eye each other, not the screen.

I can’t stand it.  I stand up and go over, standing before him.  He nods and reaches out his free hand.  He lightly strokes my cock, while still doing the same to his with his other hand.  I want him to suck me.  But he makes no other move.

“Can I suck your dick?”  I figure that might break the ice.

He nods.  I go to my knees.  I suck him all the way down.  His dick is so thin, it never blocks my airway.  He is dripping copiously.  My tongue is everywhere.  I suck and lick.  I go to his balls.  This seems to shock him, more than please him.  I reluctantly move back to his dick.

He taps me on the shoulder.  I look up and he gestures for me to stand.  It’s worked, I think; he wants to suck me.  I stand up.  His hand goes back on me. He jerks.  With a mission.  Fuck!  I am shooting all over his thin chest.  The violence of my orgasm makes him stop stroking.  I grab my cock and finish coating his chest.

I stumble into the restroom to wash my hands, letting my dick finish draining into the yellow jock.  I go outside.  Torrential rains are flooding the parking lot.  A lot like my cock on his chest.  I wait for it to ease up.  It doesn’t. 

I am joined by the Latino.  “I want more,” he tells me.  We agree to meet next Friday.  I finally brave the rain and run to my car.  Soaked…

 

The next Friday was July 4^th.  He didn’t show up…but that’s a story for another day…

Welcome to New Readers

 From My Desk—July, 2025

 

Today I want to share some good news about From My Side of the Sling.  You may remember that I was really disheartened by the number of visitors to the site after Covid.  I understood the drop—I had nothing much to report for a long time.  When things were closer to normal, I found I was writing more—but still the number of visits to the site were down a third and often way more.

As I began reporting IML at the top of June this year, the number of daily hits suddenly doubled.  Then tripled.  On June 24^th, the number was 6.5 times higher than my daily average.  The flood gates opened on June 27:  18 times the number of visitors were reading—and they were going through the back posts.  Two days later, I couldn’t believe that I had 23 times the regular number of hits on the site.  Thousands of visitors.

It has gone down slightly, now—we are averaging 17 times the number of hits compared to the top of the year.

Brazil and Vietnam have suddenly out-paced the USA in readership.  (For all I know those could be readers here in the US feeling forced to use a VPN.)  I still have a great smattering of hits from around the world.  It used to by more English speaking countries, but not anymore.

Welcome to all new readers, wherever you are—and I love you are exploring the treasure trove of material here.

I hope in mentioning this I don’t jinx that huge growth in readership, but right now it feels like a lovely summer reward for the years of work on honestly reporting my sex life.

*

Speaking of summer rewards…

Throat Fucking White Beard

 My Playroom—June, 2025

A few posts ago, I wrote about the second Saturday group at the Jackson bookstore (where a cocksucker was so helpful in finding me a hot ass to fuck.)  I am surprised I didn’t mention a man with a long white beard.  He was good cocksucker.  Really good.  And hungry.  He begged to get my phone number so we could meet again.  He had enough skills, that I gave it to him.

He sent a text wanting to meet the next day.  I said no.  He tried again.  This time, we arranged a session that was 10 days after our first meeting, time to let things ‘be new again.’ It is rare that I invite a man over only for cock sucking and nothing else.  But we all know I like variety…

 

He stands on my porch, all smiles.  His hair is snow white, as is the long, scraggily beard that comes down to the middle of his chest.  He is likely a little older than I am.  His face and arms have been out in the hot sun and are slightly pink.  We go down to the playroom where he strips.  I have on just boots and the yellow jock.  He tosses his clothes in the chair.  I have fairly tame porn on the television, but he’s riveted to it.  I lean on the fuck bench.  I am pretty sure his knees will be glad for the padded floor under it.

He mumbles something I can’t quite make out as he kneels in front of me.  I don’t know how he will react to the slightly dirty jock full of the scent of many men.  The answer is that he mouths it and moans in the back of his throat.  He licks it, getting the fabric wet.  Finally, his hand comes up and he pulls the pouch to one side.  His lips make contact with my swelling dick.  He takes the head in his mouth and his tongue goes to work on my piss slit.  

White Beard deep throats me just before I get fully hard.  I love hardening up deep inside him.  My cock swells, cutting off his air.  He pulls back, panting, and hungrily takes me to the root again.  Two or three times in a row.

“Balls.”

He obediently starts licking them.  He seems to enjoy their flavor.  He lifts them and licks along my cockring.  I moan myself.

“Lie on the bed, head hanging over.”

He does, all atingle with anticipatory delight.  I move to the foot of the bed.  It’s a deep knee bend to get low enough, but it’s the perfect throat fuck.  I piston in and out of his open mouth and straight into his throat.  He groans and plays with his tiny dick.  I pull out. I am rewarded with a strand of deep throat spittle.  I wind it around my cock.

I tell him to get up.  I lie down and spread my legs.   It’s a good change of mood.  He can lick and suck however he wants.  He does a lot of licking up and down my shaft.  Now deep throating.  He leaves trails of wetness everywhere.  He loves the mirror reflecting his every move.

I have to remind him about my balls again.  He goes for them with enthusiasm.  He slobbers over the hairy orbs.  He licks it off.  He repeats the whole process.  He takes them into his mouth one at a time, his tongue swirling over them.  He lifts them and cleans the sex sweat around my cockring.  He goes farther down on my perineum.  He stops just short of licking my pucker.  He moves back up and repeats it all.

“I want to fuck your face again, but not on the bed.”

I get up.  I unhook the sling and let it hang down from the back chains.  I stand in the middle of the frame.  He kneels on the padded floor here.  I move forward, my hard cock slapping his cheek.  I grab my dick and use it as a club.  On his forehead.  His nose.  His open mouth as he sticks out his tongue.  Now I plunge into his open mouth.  He takes my intense throat fucking.  When I stop, I let him lick up all the spittle sticking to my shaft.  Without warning, I start a hard fucking of his mouth.  Deep into his throat.  He almost gags, but controls it—and lets me keep going.

We take a breather on the bed.  He is eyeing the toys.  He loves the looks of the big ones.

“Want to use one on me?”

“Did you clean out?”

“Nope.”

“Then, no.”

I stand up and feed him my cock.  Letting him be in charge.  He repeats all his tricks.

I take the mat for the rimseat and toss it on the floor by the bed.  He kneels on it.  I stand up for a throat fucking.  “Cum on my chest…” he mutters, when I take a breather.  I am surprised he doesn’t want the load in his mouth.  I try to think what else I can do with him.  But everything seems like just a repeat. 

And I have had my fill.  I take a hit of poppers, hoping it will trigger an orgasm.  I fuck his face—and the vapors do the job.  At the last moment, I pull out and cover his chest.  My cum clings to the white hair there.  White Beard grabs his own cock and shoots right along with me…

Osvaldo Takes Cock and Cum All Over the Bathhouse

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"You Should Be Up On that Screen..."

 Near Home—June, 2025

 

I had made plans to head to the bathhouse in northern Michigan for the third Saturday of June.  I knew I would be fucking almost all the night.  I decided to go to the bookstore the day before to satisfy my oral side.  I found it…

 

It’s crowded.  And with many men I don’t know.  My usual chair (my throne, as the Talker had christened it) was occupied.  I sat on the side wall.  I could still see both screens.   I take out my cock.  Across the way, the cross-dressing Latino is stroking a man I don’t recognize.  The guy whispers something to him and the Latino goes to his knees and sucks his cock.  This is brand new—he has never sucked anyone when I’ve been around.  I watch him take the load.  He all but runs to the restroom.  Well, baby steps…

I become aware of the man two chairs down from me on my right.  He is leaning forward, in lust with my dick.  He kneads his own cock mound still hidden by his jeans.  He rises and sits in the vacant chair next to me.  He watches me stroke.  He reaches out a tentative hand and replaces mine.  He sighs.

“You are so big.  You should be up on that screen,” his head nodding to the television mounted on the wall.

I smile. 

Emboldened, he leans over to suck me.  It’s not a great angle, but he makes it work.  He moans and takes about half my dick down his throat.  He can’t take more, but it still feels great.  Now, he moves to kneeling in front of me.  Much better, though he still can’t take me to the root.  He pulls off me.  “Come to my house, so we can get naked and do it right.”

I decline, nicely, I hope.

He sucks me again, as if this will change my mind.  He asks once more.  Then he tells me his address, so I can come by later if I want. He gets up and goes out the door.

He walks by a man who has moved his chair to being right by the restroom door.  I now recognize the seated guy as a bicurious young man that I have sucked to completion a number of times.  (I also gave him his first rimjob.) Where he is sitting is hugely problematic.  No one can kneel in front of him and not be in the way of men coming into the theatre or those using the restroom.  Maybe it’s a way to keep the men away.  But he is jerking furiously to the straight porn, showing his dick off to anyone in his sight line.

My usual seat becomes available.  I move over to it.  The cross-dressing Latino asks if I want to fuck.  I shrug.  I tell him I was surprised he sucked that guy. 

“I’ll suck you with a condom on.”

 I decline.  Then he admits the condom was a ploy for fucking him afterwards.   I tell him to check with me later.

My eye has been caught by a regular here.  He loves to strip naked and suck my cock and see where it will lead.  He’s a barrel-chested guy, with a once muscled body which is now much softer.  He has grey hair that is cropped short.  His cock juts out, angry and red as he starts towards me.  He kneels.  Any thought of a condom suck by the Latino vanishes as his wet tongue invades my piss slit.  He sucks me to the root.  Over and over.  He moves to my balls, licking them, drooling on them and then licking it back up.  He’s great. 

The man stands up, his cock bobbing right in front of me.  I lean forward and suck him.  He sighs.  He loves showing off for the room full of men.  He steadies himself by grabbing my shoulders and lets me take him deep into my throat.  He moans—and pulls out quickly.  He walks around to his chair.  He leans, arching his ass in my direction.  I wait a fraction of a second before I’m on my feet.  I sink to my knees and my face pushes into his ass crack.  My tongue finds his hole.  His ass lips are pronounced and engorged.  I lick them and all but chew on their puffiness.  I know this drives him crazy—and he groans loudly.

Rimming is rarely done in this room—except by me.  The other men jerking to the porn are now jerking to the two of us.  I groan myself as I feel his hole open, admitting more of my tongue.  I tongue fuck him for a long time.

“Fuck me, dude…” he whispers.

I keep eating him out for a long time after.  But I know I will slide into this hot, experienced ass.  I lube myself as I lick and spit into his hole.  Finally, I stand up and push in.  He groans.  “You’re always bigger than I remember….”

That makes me smile.  And to fuck him harder that much faster.   He takes it like a champ.  Finally, he twists around, pulling off me.  He smiles.  I go to wash up—not that I need to, but more to encourage other men to suck my cock.  When I come back to my seat, I am please to see the guy I’ve just fucked, giving head to one of our audience members.

I look over at the cute bicurious guy.  He keeps looking at me, but won’t move out of the bad traffic area.  A younger, thinner Latino who is notoriously picky in who he takes in his mouth, is all about the cute guy.  He wants him.  He tries to make a move.  He’s rebuffed.

My aging muscle guy comes to me, wanting to get off.  After I get the load, I look over at the Latino and the cute guy again.  Cute Guy has given in.  He’s letting the Latino suck him—and obstruct traffic.  My attention is called away as a cubby guy goes down on me.  I watch Cute Guy suddenly stand up, zip up and all but slam the entrance door.  I sigh.  And pay attention to the man working on my dick…

*

It's later, the crowd has thinned.  I am alone in the room with a guy on his phone, watching his own private porn.  I am ready to head home.  The door opens.  It’s Cute Guy.  He sits where I began the day, off to the side.  I go over.  I ask if he’d gotten off.  He shakes his head before telling me he wants my mouth.  He even says please. I take it as a huge compliment.  He unzips and pulls out his dick.  He totally soft now.  I kneel and take him into my mouth.  He begins to harden with the first flick of my tongue over his piss slit.  Soon he has plumped and his precum is running.  My busy tongue soon has him achingly erect.  It’s not a big dick.  Slightly bigger than average with a hint of a curve that makes it fit comfortably in my mouth.

“That feels so good,” he whispers. 

Nothing like a vote of confidence to make me work even harder.  I suck him to the root repeatedly.  His breathing really doesn’t change, but he tells me he is getting close.

The door opens.  A hot guy, likely just into his 40’s, comes in, right from work.  He is goodlooking and muscled under his white shirt and slacks.  He sits near us, watching avidly.  But he keeps his distance.  He unzips and begins to stroke.

Cute Guy shuts his eyes.  He concentrates.  Now his breathing changes.  He’s on the edge.  I concentrate all my efforts on his cock head. 

“Oh, yeah…!”  He begins to spurt, filling up my mouth.  I have to swallow fast.  The kid is a gusher.  He touches my head.  Not holding me there—but for connection.  It’s a really hot moment.

And gone the moment he’s spent.  He let’s me clean him up.  He zips up and is gone with a “Later!”

The hot guy stops jerking as I stand up.  “Jeez, you’re hung,” he says.  “Let me suck you.”

I nod and sit in my usual seat.  The guy steps out of his dress pants and ditches the white shirt on the chair, quickly followed by his Andrew Christian underwear.  Naked, but for socks he comes over and kneels in front of me.  I really want to give him my load and start for home and dinner.  He licks up and down my shaft before taking me into his mouth.  He’s good.  He licks my balls. 

“You gotta fuck me.”

I nod.  It will be easier to give him my load.  I stand up and he kneels in my chair.  I kneel and pull apart his hairy ass cheeks.  I drill into his hole—a man on a mission.  He moans.  “Fuck me, fuck me,” he says in a mindless litany.

I stand up, well-greased, as my tongue can tell it’s a tight hole.  I begin to work my head in.  He yelps and reaches back, grabbing my shaft.  I can’t move.  In or out.  He pants.  He moans.  He tells me I’m too big.

“Let go and let me try…”

He begins to whimper.  He won’t let go.  Finally, I step away and he has to let go.  He straightens up and turns, “I’m sorry.  That’s more than I’ve ever had.”

As he says that his hand goes to his still rigid cock.  He’s about to fire.

I go to my knees and take him into my mouth just in time…                                   

The Helpful Cock Sucker Finds Me Some Ass

 Jackson—June, 2025

The day after the last post was the second Saturday of the month.  That meant the gay men of west Michigan would gather at the bookstore/playspace to the east of me.  I aimed to arrive just after noon.  I wasn’t disappointed…

 

The lot is full.  I finally find room to park as someone else leaves.  I go in, pay my admission and enter the lounge.  Men are everywhere:  watching and jerking to the assorted big screens, playing in the curtained cabanas, being serviced off the slurp ramp or milling around in search of the next cock or mouth.  I find a chair to the front, where I can see five different screens.  A regular, who loves my mouth, nods to me, but he doesn’t stay—he’s in pursuit of someone new. 

The cocksucking couple from my usual haunt are here.  Shaved Head nods to me.  I pull out my dick, but he’s in pursuit of new meat—and I can’t blame him.  Instead, I am treated to a warm up blow job by his partner.  Shy One comes over, kneels and gives me really great head.  He loves sucking me—maybe it’s because he doesn’t do it every time we see each other.  He spends a long time on me, thanking me as he gets up and moves on.

I stay for a moment, but decide to push through the crowd to check out the medical exam table.  I get there, with my erection pointing straight ahead.  There are three men here.  One man leans against the exam table as the other blows him.  Sitting in the one chair in the room is the Voyeur.  He flogs his half hard cock as he watches the sucker go from a deep throat to licking the guy’s balls.  The Voyeur nods to me and I go to my knees to see if I can get him to stiffen up.  He does, slightly.  I finally have to stop.  The Voyeur leans down and tells me it’s fine—he’s already shot twice today.  He gets up and leaves.  I stay to watch the man across the room, who is sucking, get the load.

I move to the middle room.  There is an older gentleman here on one end of the sofa.  The overstuffed chair is free.  I sit there and stroke.  In moments, I have a cute cub on his knees and giving me head.  I sigh.  I am being blessed with men who have great oral technique today.  He happily sucks my cock and is just as turned on by my slightly sweaty balls.

A handsome guy stands watching us.  I recognize him.  He is the very married man who let me give him his first rimming.  I haven’t seen him since then, but here he is.  And hard.  He sticks his dick in my mouth as the cub keeps busy below.  I love this position—having someone on me as I suck a third. I happily do the same to the married man as I’m getting from the cub. 

It doesn’t last long.  Married Guy is now surrounded by three other men watching him get serviced.  He hates an audience.  He grumpily pulls out of my mouth and stomps away, expecting me to follow.  I get one of the spectators in my mouth instead.   The cub barely notices the man in my mouth has changed.  But he is getting tired—and soon takes a break.  Instantly, the guy in my mouth disappears after him.  I am once again alone with the older on the couch.

“You’re popular,” he says.  “I can see why…” He gestures towards my dripping dick.

“You have a great one yourself.”  And it’s true.  He does.  A good seven incher with a very pronounced helmet head.

He mumbles some sort of thank you.  I get up and kneel in front of him.  He’s surprised, but lets me do it.  I go down on him and in one smooth move go all the way to the base.  He gasps.  I begin working my tongue all over him.  In moments, I am swallowing his load.  He groans—and thanks me profusely.

I wander. 

I feed a guy my dick through the gloryhole.  He is the least experienced cocksucker I’ve had today.  But not bad. He slobbers happily on my cock.

I get some head in the same chair where I started.

I check to see if there is anyone looking to get fucked on the medical exam table.  There is a man there.  I have seen him here other times.  He is lying there blindfolded.  But he is positioned on the table so his ass is not available and his legs, with how he’s set the metal stirrups, get in the way, as well.  I wonder if he wants head—but his cock has all but disappeared into his belly fat.  I leave him alone…as has every man in the place…

I sit in the same overstuffed chair.  I have the room to myself for the moment.  The Married Guy finds me again.  He takes out his cock and offers it to me.  He is dripping cum.  “I just shot,” he tells me.  I keep sucking.  He’s taken his Viagra and it’s not going down.  The moment he is balls deep in my throat, a guy walks in.

“Dammit,” Married Guy fumes.  “Follow me.”  We make our way through the now slightly thinner crowd, our two hard cocks swinging.  He finds a free cabana.  “Suck my dick and see if you can get me off again.”

I do like a challenge.  I go to my knees and swallow him to the root.  He plumps some more, deep in my throat.  I pull off him to lick his piss slit.  It takes every trick I know, but in five minutes or so, I have him panting.  I love seeing the look of desire on his very handsome face.  In another few minutes, he is giving me his load.  Rich and creamy.  So copious I wonder if it really is his second one.  He declares himself done—and takes off.

I wander.  I sit in the chair in the back room.  The large man on the medical table has given up.  Men stop by, but no one is interested in me.  Not until a guy in his 50’s with a handsome face and a great head of hair, going grey at the temples, comes in.

“You need me on that dick.”

I nod.

He kneels.  He is every bit as good as Shy One.  I groan as he takes me effortlessly to the root.  I love his tongue work.  He spends a long time, unasked, on my balls.  He’s great.  But my cock can’t quite give up a load.

I tell him he’s good, but I often have a hard time cumming in a mouth.

“I know who you need.  Wait here.”  He leaves.  I don’t actually expect him to come back, but he does.   With a much younger guy.  He’s a dark blond and the jeans he’s wearing show off an amazing bubble butt.

“You should fuck him,” says my sucker.

“You want my cock?” I ask the younger guy.

He nods and unbuckles his belt.  He pulls off the jeans and tosses them on the floor.

“You want to suck it first,” I ask.

“Naw.  I’m just a bottom.  Fuck me as hard as you want.”  He bends over the exam table, jutting his hairless ass towards me.  The cock sucker goes around the side of the bench and holds him in place by spreading the young guy’s ass cheeks.  I kneel and begin rimming him.  He has the tiniest bit of hair around his pucker, but that’s it.  I get him good and wet.

“Feel good?” asks the sucker.

“Fuck, yeah,” says the bottom.  “He’s really opening me up for that big dick.”

I spit one last time and stand up.  My cock slaps the round globes of his ass.  I push into him.  His ass takes me effortlessly.  I love looking at his ass lips sucking my cock inside him.  I bottom out and wait.   He breathes.  The cocksucker feeds him poppers.

I begin to fuck.  Slow and deep.

“Give it to him!” breathes the cocksucker.

I pick up the pace.

“You want my load?” I ask.

“Fuck, yes!”  He’s breathing hard himself.

I build a little more.  And my cock goes off.  It just jettisons the cum I’ve been building up all afternoon.  But with no real feeling.  I churn it a little—and pull out.

The cocksucker is on me instantly.  He cleans my cock.  The young man starts to get up.  “Stay,” I bark out.  He does.  The cocksucker pulls off me, loving the taste of cum and ass jizz.  He sees my load beginning to ooze out of the bottom.  I kneel and lick up my cum.

“You pig…” whispers the cocksucker.

“Let me have a whiff of your poppers and I think I can shoot again.”

He gives them to me.  Instantly, I know I need to be inside this wet young man.  I stand and push in.  He groans.  The cocksucker pulls his cheeks apart.  I plow into him.  Two, ten, twelve strokes.  A few more and the orgasm begins.  I bellow out the feeling…and give the young man another load of cum deep in his ass…

A Lucky Friday the 13th

 Near Home—June, 2025

It was Friday the 13^th.  I had an anything but unlucky day at my usual bookstore.  Lots of men—and each generated a very different feel…

 

I sit in my usual chair.  The Talker has told me he likes to call it ‘my throne.’  I do have a great view of the porn and the whole room.  And anyone who cares to, can see my cock come out, harden and beckon the willing.  Almost instantly, an older man answers the siren call of my big dick.  He sits next to me.  I place him instantly; he is the gentleman who loves to run a finger over my piss slit and lick it clean of my copious precum.  He toys with me—and licks.  His soft hands feel great on my cock.  It is a relaxing moment.

Shaved Head comes from one of the three seats behind me.  I turn and see Shy One giving head to the Latino who never cleans out.  Shaved Head kneels in front of me.  He has been sucking me for a good two years now.  I have never given him a load.  He does it for the pleasure of having a big dick in his mouth.  It is, as always, a great buddy suck.  He continues until his knees wear out.

The older man next to me watches intently.  Does he wish that was him on his knees?  I can’t tell.  Suddenly he gets up and goes—just before Shaved Head finishes up.  He goes and waits by the door for Shy One to finish—a reversal of how it usually happens.  I hear the Latino moan…and figure they will be out the door in moments.  Shy One joins him, all smiles.  They go out as two new men come in.

One I vaguely recognize.  He is my age and still wears his hair in the long and shaggy fashion of his days in high school.  He sits one seat away from me.  The other man is also my age and his hair is also long and rather stringy.  He has a ballcap on to disguise the receding hairline.  He sits next to me.

He takes out his cock and strokes it hard with his left hand.  He reaches to his right, where the other newcomer is hard, too.  Ball Cap gives him a slow and leisurely hand job.  He suddenly lets go of his own dick and knocks my hand away from mine.  He strokes me.  His grip is tighter than I like, but not so tight I need to stop him.  He jerks us in unison.

Just as swiftly, after few moments, he stands up and goes quickly to the restroom.  Long Hair moves over into the vacated seat.  He nods to me and turns in his seat so he can use his right hand on my cock.  He strokes it just how I like it with a light grip and with varying speeds.  I even reach over and stroke him—something I rarely bother to do.

He suddenly stops and whispers: “Do you ever let yourself get sucked?”

If he only knew.   I nod.  He goes to his knees and takes me in his mouth.  It is very tentative, but not bad.  And he is incredibly needy.  He desperately wants to get me off.  He works hard.  I suggest he licks my balls.  He does.  Delicately.  Not really savoring the full flavor of them on his warm June day.  He goes back to my cock.  He works with renewed vigor, beating his own cock relentlessly as he sucks.

He stands up.  His knees needing to get off the hard floor.  His slightly thicker than average cock bounces in front of me.  I lean forward and take him in his mouth.  He is so surprised he gasps.  And in seconds, the cock that he flailed so hard goes off, giving me a thick load.  I swallow it all.  I think this surprises him, too.  He goes off to wash up and piss.

I stroke, using his very slippery spit on my cock.   I watch two very young men, off to the side, take turns on each other.  You can feel their lust for each other from across the room.

Near the young men is a guy in late 40’s.  He has taken out a thick dick to beat along with the young cocksuckers.  He nods to me.  I nod back.

The door opens.  Gym Built, the guy who loves to have his nuts crushed, comes in.  This is the day it really sinks in that he is showing up on Fridays hoping to find me here—as I know what to do to get him off.  He sits in the chair next to me.  Suddenly he stands and his walking shorts and boxer briefs fall around his ankles.  He strokes with one hand and pulls his nuts with the other. 

I go to the floor.  I suck his cock.  I pull on his ball sack.  I crush his hairy orbs between my two palms.  I have detailed my playing with him enough times to condense it here.  The vibe is intense concentration to get him off.  We both work hard at it.  It takes some time.  When I started, the guy in his 40’s was intrigued.  Now it’s taken so long, he’s found his own private porn on his phone.

A groan brings me back to Gym Built.  He’s on the edge.  The first spurt hits his navel.  The rest is swallowed by me.  I clean up his cock and find the stray jizz as he pants, coming down from the poppers.  He squeezes my shoulder by way of thanks—and takes off without a rinse or a piss.

I sit.  I hope, frankly, the big cocked guy in his 40’s will make the move.  I need a man on my cock right now.  He waves me over.  He has progressed from just having his cock out to now having his pants around his ankles.  I get up and go.  I stand in front of him, my cock right at his mouth level.  He ignores it.  “Suck me,” he hisses.

I am fine with that.  Once I have a load in my mouth, I always want more.  And I have swallowed two now.  I kneel.  His cock is thick.  The cock head has a slight upwards curve to it.  I have to really watch my teeth.  And this guy is demanding.  He removes my hand cradling his nuts. (Does he think I am going to do to him what I did to Gym Built?)  I swallow him down and instantly, before I can establish any kind of suck rhythm, he is fucking my face with upward thrusts.

He grabs my shoulders so I can’t move.  I just stay still and let him fuck my mouth.  My tongue, is of little use.  He let’s go of me with his right hand, keeping me in place with his left.  With just one hand he opens his poppers, takes a massive hit and seals them again.  If he was thrusting hard before, that was nothing.  The vapors make him pummel me—harder and deeper.  He grabs the back of my head and pushes me down so his cock is always in my throat.  Two or three more pumps and he is erupting.  I can’t taste anything, he is so deep.  As he lets go, and I slowly pull off him, I get one small drop of his sweet jizz on my tongue.  He all but pushes me away as he stands up, and pulls up his pants.

I sit in my chair to catch my breath.

The crowd has thinned.  Soon I am the only man here.

The door opens.  A young man, likely mid-thirties, comes in.  I have seen him before.  He is mixed race, thin, and handsome.  Once again, he sits where he can see me across the room.  I wait for him to take out his phone.  He does.  He checks it, turns it off and, to my surprise, gets up and walks over to me. 

“Suck you?” he whispers.

“Sure.”

His shorts drop to his ankles.  He has no underwear on.  The white A-shirt looks even whiter on his thin chest.  He kneels and begins taking me into his mouth.  I so want him to be good.  I want to give him my load.  But he’s eager, at best.  There is a moment of a tooth on my flared head.  Nothing consequential, but enough to make me wince.  He gets up, all apologetic, and sits next to me.

“I don’t do that much,” he whispers.

I nod.  I glance at his crotch.  His own cock has not hardened at all.  His dick looks tiny, covered with a very large foreskin.  The teacher in me comes out.  “Let me show you…”

I kneel. I carefully cover my teeth.  My tongue goes to work on him.  He gasps.  I pull off him.  His cock has grown from small to very average.  I lick his fragrant balls.  He groans and says something that sounds like a compliment in Spanish.  I go back to his cock.  It keeps growing.  It is now a hot, thick seven incher.  My tongue works the foreskin back.  His breathing becomes rapid.  His cock has grown more.  It is now at least as big as mine.  I pull off to admire it—and do his balls again.  This time, I work a wet finger along his ass crack and the seat until it finds his pucker.  I play around it. I don’t go in.

His breathing becomes ragged; he gasps for air.  I really want to hear him say “Fuck me!” but he doesn’t.  My finger keeps exploring as my mouth takes his now big dick deep into my throat.  As I pull off for air, he pants, “I’m…” and begins shooting.  It is the biggest load of the day.  Thick and creamy.  I clean him up.

He is thrilled—and a little embarrassed—as he pulls himself together.  I consider jerking myself off, but decide to save it.  Tomorrow is the group that meets at the other bookstore on the second Saturday of the month.   I am confident I can find someone there who will want it…